The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 438

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The king-sized bed is soft and inviting, the crisp white sheets cool against my warm skin as Locke

lays me down. He shifts over me, supporting his broad weight on his forearms so not a single pound presses down against my sensitive side.

The soft moonlight fills the room, casting long, intimate shadows across the bed.

I open to him completely, my hands sliding over the still-wet muscles of his shoulders, tracing the heavy ink of his tattoos as I pull him closer.

He breaks the kiss slowly, his breathing heavy as he shifts down my body. His mouth moves down the column of my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses over my collarbone, down the centerline of my chest, avoiding the tender curve of my ribs with expert precision.

When his hand reaches my lower stomach, he pauses.

Locke tilts his head down, resting his forehead against my lower abdomen for a quiet moment.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my skin, “Both of you. Always.”

Instead of moving back up, Locke shifts further down the mattress.

His hands frame my thighs with quiet, steady reverence, his hands smoothing over my skin as he opens my p***y lips up to him. He leans down, his breath hot against my inner thigh before his

mouth finds me.

A breathless gasp leaves my lips as his tongue works in slow, intoxicating strokes. I’m arching into his touch, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as the first wave of sweet heat crashes over me, the *****m leaving me somehow satisfied and craving more.

As I’m still coming down from the crest, Locke shifts slightly, and slides his fingers smoothly inside my cunt, finding a slow, deep rhythm that coaxes a fresh, trembling sigh straight from my chest.

He uses his thumb to circle my c**t in the way that he knows I love, matching the motion of his hand to the rise and fall of my breathing, building a second, deeper coil of tension that stretches

me past the limit of what I can bear.

“Locke… please,” I whimper, my hips instinctively chasing his hand, completely undone by the slow, relentless pleasure. “I need you.”

He smiles faintly against my skin, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh before drawing his

hand back.

“Look at me,” he commands softly. “Please, baby.”

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I open my eyes, meeting his burning gaze just as he slowly, seamlessly drives into me.

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throw my head back with a sharp, shuddering gasp, the sensation so deep, so absolute, it almost makes me black out. His c**k fills me completely, the heat of him stretching me, making every nerve ending in my body sing with electric intensity.

Locke stays completely still for a second, his lips clenched tight as he fights for control/his chest heaving as he lets me adjust to the sheer size and heat of him.

“You okay, baby?” he rasps, his knuckles white where our hands are locked together. Tell me.”

“Locke… yes,” I whimper, arching my hips up to meet him, aching for the motion. “Please… don’t

wait.”

A low, primal growl rips from his chest. He begins to move, establishing a slow, deep, and relentlessly seductive rhythm. Every thrust is deliberate and measured, avoiding my healing ribs while driving so deep into my core that I can barely keep my hands gripped in his.

The sheer feeling of him inside me – solid, warm, and entirely mine – fills every hollow space left behind by fear, and uncertainty, and waiting.

“Locke… oh god, Locke,” I sob softly, the pleasure coiling so tight it feels like a physical ache pulling me under. “I love you.”

He lifts his head, his eyes wild with absolute obsession. He gathers my leg up over his hip, opening me even deeper to him. His thrusts grow a fraction harder, faster.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me see you let go, Zara. Give it all to me. God, I love you.”

The tide breaks over me with a sudden, violent intensity. A brilliant wave of pleasure ripples through my entire body, squeezing him tightly as I cry out into the quiet room. Shudders wrack my frame, my inner p***y muscles pulsing around him in tight, helpless waves that seem to go on

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